Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Morocco and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Fatback Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Monochrome Set,
Stereo Dub,
LL Cool J,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
The Walker Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Throbbing Gristle,
Howard Jones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
The Offenders,
Fear,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Altered Images,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül,
A Certain Ratio,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Swell Maps,
Rosa Yemen,
Zapp,
Cymande,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ponytail,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Liliput,
Althea and Donna,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hashim,
Sound Behaviour,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Babytalk,
Nick Fraelich,
Charles Mingus,
The Leaves,
U.S. Maple,
Jeru the Damaja,
Popol Vuh,
The Residents,
The Happenings,
Oblivians,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.